superiority, her long neck with its horizontal lines. Master Makejoy refused to look at either of us and pretended to reread the contents of the deed.
I could hardly believe that weâd be thrown out of the house; that this dark, sometimes joyless place, where thereâd been life, terrible secrets, dreadful pain, some joy and too much death, could be taken away â and why? Because an agreement had come to an end. Because of business.
I needed time to think, to find a solution to this new problem.
Moving quickly, I forced Hiske to jump to one side. âCousin Hiske, Master Makejoy, I wish to thank you for your unexpected offer. I would like some time to consider it.â
âBut, Mistress Sheldrake,â Master Makejoy rose and, with what he thought was a benevolent smile, addressed me, âI donât think you understand the position youâre in. How precarious it is.â
âMaster Makejoy, I understand all too well. And, as a consequence, I intend to take as much time as Iâm able before I make any decisions.â
âThereâs only one to make, cousin.â Hiske folded her arms beneath her breasts.
I met her gloating gaze without flinching. âPerhaps,â I said and, with a small nod to Master Makejoy and a last glance at Hiske, I kept my despair contained and left the room.
THREE
ELMHAM LENN
The day after Michaelmas to the Nones (7th) of October
The year of Our Lord 1405 in the sixth year of the reign of Henry IV
I âd barely time to think about our circumstances as the news spread of Papaâs death and the loss of the Cathaline . After leaving our house, Master Makejoy rode into town and delivered an account to the merchantsâ guild, and to the Kontor or offices of the Hanseatic League. As it was market day, it didnât take long for word to circulate. From warehouse worker to landlocked sailor, vendor to customer, innkeeper to delivery boy, the usual moaning about taxes and the kingâs wars and the price of wool was Âmomentarily Âsuspended â Elmham Lenn was suddenly the centre of its own tragedy. Swept up in an emotional maelstrom, I accepted commiserations and outpourings of sympathy as neighbours and strangers arrived at our door. I also offered consolation â for we were not the only family to be affected by the shipâs sinking. Over forty men had been lost to the sea; other families also felt the loss of a provider, of a husband, son or brother, of relatives and friends, with a profound yet numbing sorrow, and I ached for these people as well.
Above all, the twinsâ welfare was my first consideration, and every spare moment was spent with them. While I expected tears and outbursts, both Karel and Betje displayed the pragmatism of the very young, accepting the news with quiet grace and sadness, before looking to Louisa and me to provide their next distraction. Their faith in the patterns of the everyday would have been amusing if it werenât so simultaneously heart-wrenching and comforting. Denied first their mother and now their father, I promised myself I would serve as both for as long as the good Lord allowed, no matter what Hiske threatened.
My next priority was the servants. They already knew what had occurred before I told them. Will, of course, had learned the nature of Lord Rainfordâs missive â having fetched me to the office, he pressed his ear to the door before racing straight to the kitchen and telling whoever was there. I knew it would only be a matter of time before the servants also knew of Lord Rainfordâs intention to reclaim the house, and I wanted to be sure they heard it from me first. My reassurances that I would find work so they were neither thrown to the mercy of the street nor Cousin Hiske were grasped as a drowning man does driftwood. But the smiles that broke through the weeping and anxiety failed to conceal their doubt. What could a woman, an eldest daughter with no